Rigel Wilde Novels & Stories

I am now sitting in the front seat of Riguel's car. I don't know how they made me agree, all I know is that I agreed. I can't let my boredom roam around in that place. I can not do it. In the backseat are Jax, Jizan, Ryl, and Celestine. Celestine is the cousin of Ryl and Riguel, she is full blooded german because it is said that Riguel's family has german ancestry, on their mother's side. That makes Riguel and Ryl half german, well which explains their looks. She looks so soft, she looks very modest and her aura is kind. I don't see any harm in her at all.

Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open. “There you are, you sneaky bitch.” I froze. A tall, thin man stood in the doorway. My eyes immediately dropped to the leather cut covering his chest. Wild Ridge. My stomach twisted. No… That couldn’t be right. Either he belonged to the club… Or he’d stolen the cut. He climbed inside and crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his fist tangled in my hair. I cried out as he yanked me toward him. “Lightfoot’s been looking all over for you,” he sneered. “Wonder how happy he’ll be when I hand over his little hacker whore.”

Singularis jumped backwards, flipped in mid air, landing on a surprised Kurgi as Tristan shout out from under him going to Rex's defense, but Moon already leaped to intercept Singularis, so both he and Rex were in the clear, for now. Singularis was intimidating, but now he was full out melded with Kit and heading to a line NO wolf should cross.

she asked when she replied, "No, I have him tied." "Have you killed the dear sister?" she asked and he yelled, "No!" "Okay, bring her here. We can gift both of the siblings to Pistol Pete." "P-Pistol Pete?" Blaze stuttered hesitantly when she heard such a strong name and Pablo replied, "he's the godfather." "Means, you have one more monster other than these monsters?" Jade asked Blair and she chuckled hysterically saying, "He is the merciless satan." Soon Guiseppe, Giovanni and Pablo reached to the place where Blair was... they slammed the door and barged in seeing Cliterella eating pastries with her full focus.

The words hung between us, heavy and unspoken. “What do you mean?” I asked, though part of me wasn’t sure I wanted to know. Rigel’s gaze dropped to the fire, his expression distant. “Years ago, I was bonded to someone. His name was Elias. He was... everything. Brave, stubborn, reckless—just like you.” I swallowed hard, my heart sinking at the bittersweet smile that flickered across his face.

She smiled broadly, giving a brief assessment of Jenna's group of friends. Selina quickly had the answer for herself, and the human interior was complicated. It's not right to say she can see through them, but she's too sensitive to recognize them. “Who is that handsome man, Jenna?” Wolfgang saw that someone asked about him, so he naturally introduced himself, "My name is Wolfgang. I was Jenna's companion on a trip for the past month." Sarah and Vera seemed to understand something. They “Oh!” up and laughed. "We know this man is the one who changed you, right?"

She glanced up at the sliver of light from the door, fear sliding across her face like a liquid mask. I let out a soft whimper and curled into a ball where I lay on the floor. Then the tears came. I sobbed into my knees until I started hiccuping. “Hey,” Rain crawled over to where I lay and started rubbing my back in gentle circles. “I know it sucks, but we’ll look after each other, okay?” As she rubbed, my tears slowly began to subside. "But I… I'm the Silverwolf." I sniffed and looked up at Rain. Sympathy colored with pity in her eyes. "I don't like it here. I want to go home."

Bellinor roared, but the Deity ignored him completely, shoving him into a cage where his voice was silenced, though he had a front-row seat to what was unfolding. Alinta trembled, thinking it was Bellinor and Onyx testing her. She knew she had to be careful. “Wh...who are you?” she whispered. “I am Raguel, the true deity and the only wolf capable of setting you free, my goddess,” he hummed, his eyes were glowing a fierce violet. “Th-the Rogue Deity?” Alinta asked fearfully, recognising the source of his eyes.

She asked for you by name. Her name? There was a pause before Rhys answered. Vega Brightwell. The name settled heavily in his chest, a ghost from another life. He had met Vega years ago when he had been sent away to train under the King’s Elite Guard. He had been barely more than a boy then, eager to prove himself among the best of the best. Vega had been there, training with the healers. She was a wild, exotic beauty the likes of which Callan had never seen. They had fallen into something fierce and reckless during those months. Vega had left him heartbroken without warning. She had told him their paths were diverging long before he understood what she meant.